Friday, October 7, 2011

Warrior-Woman

Every morning I start my day
wishing I could find a better way.
Then I dream my time away and stay up all night.
And when I watch the sun through the falling rain,
I feel the time has come for me to make a change.
Gotta get myself arranged, Lord knows I try.

And, my conscience cuts me like a knife.
Hear me cry spare me my life.
Peace it seems to come so slow.
I'm at war with me wherever I go.

I try so hard to understand,
but I'm up to my neck in shifting sands.
If I can't meet my demands, I guess the fault is mine.
Moving backward if I move at all.
I try to run; I've been taught to crawl.
I bare my back for the whip to fall; it proves I'm alive.

And, my conscience cuts me like a knife.
Hear me cry spare me my life.
Peace it seems to come so slow.
I'm at war with me wherever I go.

It takes too little to make me bleed,
too much to stop my pain.
It's funny even the simple things get complicated just the same.
I get real pleased with myself sometimes.
It lasts for a day or two.
But in the end I'm never good enough
no matter what I do.

And, my conscience cuts me like a knife.
Hear me cry spare me my life.
Peace it seems to come so slow.
I'm at war with me wherever I go.

This is an old piece that I reworked a bit for the "Name" prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. My first name is Irish in origin and means "warrior" or "warrior-woman."

If you're interested, here's a snippet of what the original sounded like.

That's an awesome meaning to have. My name means peaceful ruler- but not really, Frederick means that, but I'm just fred so I really don't know- maybe peace-lol Great write. Lots of great lines in here, especially the chorus. Not sure if that's you performing in the video or not, but it's very good either way.